Clay Human

The Favour II : Borrowed

"Chloe, do you need an insole?" Lucy asked while you were still caked in dirt, stuck between the treads of her running shoe, currently upside down as she had propped her foot up on her toes. You waited for Chloe's response with your heart racing. "if it's anything like that doormat - absolutely!" You wanted to yell in celebration, but suddenly felt your world tilting as you came face to face with the ground again, then crushed into it as Lucy once again stood on you. "I've got one that's made from the same material." you heard her say on top of you. "Oh my god, I can't wait to try it!" Chloe grinned while Lucy quickly thought of a plan to go about removing you from the sole of her shoe and present you as a believable insole. "I, uh," she spotted one of the public restrooms scattered throughout the park. "I need to pee really quick, I'll give it to you after!" and without waiting for Chloe's reaction, you found yourself smacked into the dirt over and over as Lucy jogged over to the restroom. The sudden change from the somewhat forgiving ground to the cold tiled floor of the bathroom left you dazed, as each step Lucy took on you flattened you and the dirt you were covered in uniformly beneath her sole. At the same time each of these steps held a dubious surprise, as Lucy walked through questionable liquids spilled on the bathroom floor. Despite the clear smell you tried your hardest not think about what she had just dunked you into. She headed into an empty stall, spun on top of you, effectively wiping you along the floor in front of the toilet, and sat down. Relieved that your time beneath her sole would be at an end, you were taken aback when the pressure suddenly peaked on your head. Her heel lifted, Lucy leant down to untie the laces of the shoe you were stuck beneath, then pulled her foot out and flexed her toes in her damp white socks. Finally you felt yourself rise, leaving the ground behind, and when she turned the shoe over you noticed her face was damp with sweat, which surprised you. The little walk to the park couldn't have been enough for her to sweat like this. She was surprised, too, as she now took a closer look at the state you were in. The normally black and white sole of her shoe was coated in brown dirt, as were you, your body squished into the ridges between the treads, spread out enough that you almost covered the entire front section of the sole. "Are you ... alright?" she asked you, and the initial playful smirk she had given you back at the apartment was now replaced with clear guilt. You pondered her question for a moment, reflecting on your experience under your girlfriend's running shoe. Then you told her you loved it. She didn't fully believe you, but a smile snuck onto her lips anyways. "I mean, you did ask for it. I probably just overdelivered." she giggled, then her fingers reached for you. She began using her nails to try and dislodge you from her shoe. "Ugh, I really worked you in there, huh?" she noted as she managed to get your arms out from her threads. Pulling on them they stretched at first, until you felt your whole body being pulled, and with Lucy not letting up, you eventually peeled off of her sole. "Hi there." Lucy giggled as she dangled you by your stretched arms in front of her. "You need a rinse." she said, and stood up. But she stopped, studied you for a moment. "Actually, if Chloe is supposed to believe you are an insole, you need to at least resemble one somewhat." she said, then swung you around and made your stretched out body flail around. As she watched the momentum of your limbs die down, she came to a conclusion. "We can't wait for your body to recover naturally. I need to get you into shape." Unsure of what her intention was, you didn't get a chance to ask, as she promptly let go of you and watched you splatter onto the bathroom floor. Now not much more than a lump of clay in the colours of your clothes and skin, you watched your girlfriend sit down on the toilet again, and while looking at you, she reached down to her foot and took off the white sock. Spreading her toes in the air, she twisted her mouth and glanced at you. "It's gonna be sweaty. So bloody hot today." Now you knew why Lucy was so sweaty. You hadn't noticed the heat from beneath your sole. If it was actually hot enough for Lucy to sweat this much, you began to worry about what awaited you inside Chloe's shoe. Lucy wasn't exaggerating, the damp ball of her foot flattened and spread you out beneath it. With her toes lifted, she focused on using only the ball of her foot and her heel in order you flatten you out as evenly as possible. You, meanwhile, watched her bare foot slam into you over and over, squeezing a different part of your clay body mess each time. Eventually she stood up to crush you with more of her weight. She slowed down the pace, studying your form for a few moments, before grinding some part of your body - that wasn't yet in a state that satisfied her - beneath her heel. The whole time you were torn between enjoying your girlfriend's relentless stomping, and the unpleasant fact that each of those stomps flattened you further onto the nasty bathroom floor. Lucy now held her foot above you, her eyes going over your body, before she sat back down on the toilet. "That should be good enough ... hopefully." she said as she put her sock back on and slipped her foot back into her shoe. She peeled you off the tiled floor without much trouble, then left the stall and walked over to the sink. "Hold your breath ... though I guess you don't need to breathe." You were about to point out that your body still very much behaved as if it needed to breathe, but you found yourself staring up at the faucet, and before you could say anything the water came blasting down on you. Chloe was stretching when Lucy returned from the restroom. She immediately spotted the thing Lucy held in her hand. "Wow, it does look quite similar." she said as she snatched you from Lucy and inspected you. "More colours though. I wasn't really a fan of that weird beige-brown colour the doormat had." Lucy watched intently as her dear friend touched you all over as she sat down on a nearby bench. Still inspecting you, Lucy noticed Chloe's pink and white running shoes move, one behind the other, the rear one pinning down the one in front, from which she began to pull her foot. "This is gonna feel amazing ." Chloe sighed, and Lucy's eyes widened when she saw Chloe's bare foot emerge from her running shoe, glistening with sweat in the sunlight. "Did you ... forget your socks?" Lucy asked out loud, though she didn't really mean to. Chloe rested her foot on the ground and picked up her shoe. " Just a preference. I wear most of my shoes barefoot." You felt yourself being tilted towards something. Shortly after an intense smell surrounded you. "Though, let's just say," Chloe chuckled, "I wouldn't wanna be in there." Lucy watched with wide eyes as you were pushed into Chloe's shoe. You found yourself in a place of stale, hot air, filled with the intense smell of foot sweat. When Chloe shoved you all the way in, you felt your back slide along the insole of her shoe, and quite easily at that, due to how wet it was. Chloe placed the shoe back on the ground, then briefly wiped the dirt off her bare foot, and began to slide it in. Lying face up on the sweat covered insole you began to realize what you had gotten yourself into. You could barely breathe, the air so hot and heavy and infused with Chloe's foot scent, and as you saw her toes in the opening of the shoe, you realized you soon wouldn't be able to see either. Indeed as her foot entered the shoe, the ball of her sole and her toes touching your legs and sliding along them towards your head, it quickly blocked out what little daylight had been there before. Still, even as it grew darker inside her shoe, you could very much see her toes as they approached your head and stopped just above it. You felt her heel smash down on your legs as her foot had fully entered her shoe. And then her toes came down on you. Lucy watched Chloe moving her foot inside the shoe, wiggling her toes aggressively, giving short stomps to ensure everything fit comfortably, before standing up and taking a few steps. "Ah, it's like walking on a cloud." Chloe sighed with a smile. "A squishy cloud, I mean. I can feel it between my toes." she corrected herself with a chuckle and looked at Lucy. "Hey, something wrong? You look a little pale?" Lucy blinked a few times, snapping back to reality. "Ah, no I'm just ... a little tired, I guess." she said, trying to sound as casual as she could, but all the while she glanced down at Chloe's shoe. When she had stood up, your entire body had immediately moulded to her sole. Your clay body supported her arch, hugged her heel and the side of her foot. Your face, meanwhile, was entirely committed to her toes - squished around and between each and every one of her digits. But even as your body had encased her foot on all sides, you were still very much beneath her sole as well, so as she took her first steps on you, you carried the full brunt of her sweaty foot walking on you. Each one made you painfully aware of Chloe's weight - she was a fit girl, but compared to your rather petite girlfriend, she was a significantly heavier burden to bear. Add that to the fact you were trapped inside her running shoe, forced to gasp for every slither of her foot stench that you could manage. Standing on you now, her toes absentmindedly dug into you, while you heard the muffled conversation happening beyond your sweaty prison. "Tired, huh? Nothing a nice little run can't fix, hm?" Chloe smiled, and Lucy forced her smile in return, watching her friend's foot as she turned around and took off in a light jog. "C'mon Lulu, we'll get you wide awake!" Chloe's toes mercilessly crushed your face, flattening whatever part of it happened to end up beneath them, forcing more of your clay skin into the sweaty spaces between her toes, all while the ball of her foot mashed your lungs into a useless clay mush. The lower part of your body was mostly spared during what you recognized as a light jog, though you struggled to find comfort in that while your face was being battered ceaselessly. Lucy caught up with Chloe, jogging alongside her in an attempt to stop herself from staring at her friend's shoe - and thinking about what was trapped inside. "Bit of a daydreamer today, huh?" Chloe noted. "Sorry, I'm-""It's fine, Lulu." Chloe interjected. "We'll go the long way round, so you'll have plenty of thinking time." she said and smiled sweetly. Lucy smiled back and came to a decision. You were where you wanted to be and her dear friend deserved more than her current distracted, scatter-brained self. "You sure you're up for the long round? Last time you sounded like a dying whale by the time we were done." Lucy laughed and Chloe narrowed her eyes with a smile. "Oh, I'll show you I'm up for it!" Foot sweat pooled in the indentations her toes left in your face, forcing you to swallow, to drink, to lick away at Chloe's toes while they squished and crushed you in return. The booming sound of each step, each impact her shoe made with the ground, forcing you up into her sole, drowned out your thoughts. Only between the steps, when her foot was flying through the air, could you hear the girls laughing. Lucy's laugh, as she joked with Chloe, who then crushed you beneath her foot, deafening you again to the outside world. Once more you were forgotten, reduced to something less than human. Just an object, an insole. Your entire existence was for the sole purpose of being stepped on by Chloe, walked on, run on. To cushion her foot, drink her sweat, lick her toes, without her even acknowledging you. It was a given. You were her insole, you did what you were meant to do. After all, if you didn't - what would happen to you? You wouldn't be worn anymore. She would pull you out of her shoe and toss you away like trash. A thing that was meant to exist beneath her foot, but couldn't even manage that. You would be impossibly useless. And so, as her foot crushed you again and again and again, as her sweat filled your mouth and the smell of her foot filled your lungs, before she crushed them too, you embraced your purpose. You welcomed her toes as they pushed into your face, licked them as they squeezed you beneath them, and when they lifted along with her foot, you pushed yourself up as best you could, trying to stay as close to her sole as you could, and delighted as you were inevitably flattened back into the insole of her shoe. Chloe nodded with her head toward an upcoming bench, and the girls slowed their pace, caught their breaths and sat down. "It's so hot." Chloe gasped, her voice a little uncontrolled as she tried to catch her breath again. "You're on pace to reprising your dying whale impression." Lucy said with a sly grin. She was out of breath too, but she could have kept going for another five minutes at least. Chloe sneered at her dear friend and sighed : "I've got some more curves to haul around, Lulu. Can't all be a princess incarnate." Lucy scoffed. "Excuses." and she got back up and waited for Chloe to follow suit. "Two more minutes." Lucy crossed her arms, about to tease her some more, but her gaze passed her shoes. Swallowing, she asked as calmly as she could : "How's the insole?" Chloe smiled. "Amazing. I thought it would get bunched up once I really started sweating, but it's like it's glued to my foot." Lucy swallowed harder. "That's ... good." Chloe shrugged. "It feels good, but the way it hugs my foot and gets between my toes probably makes the sweating worse. I'm not looking forward to taking my shoes off back home." Lucy swallowed even harder. "Back home?" Chloe looked at her. "Oh, I thought I could keep it?" Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly played her panic off with a giggle. "No, I'm just letting you borrow it. I want it back after our run." Chloe narrowed her eyes with a sly smile. "After I sweated all over it?" "I-it's an easy wash." Lucy explained right away, then cursed inside her head for stuttering. "Don't tell me you're doing this for your boyfriend." Chloe said, then began to laugh as Lucy grew red. "What, the little foot freak isn't satisfied with your feet alone?" "That's ... not true." Lucy returned, though she sounded rather defeated. "Hey, I'm just joking." Chloe said worriedly and stood up. "I wasn't trying to talk bad about him." Lucy smiled and shook her head. "I know, it's just ... you're not entirely wrong." To that Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Really? So ... he likes my feet?" She looked down at her shoes, wiggled her toes inside of them, feeling the squishy insole in the left one. "He likes many feet, I think." Lucy said with a lowered voice. "Are you worried about something, Lulu?" Chloe asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Because that's honestly silly. I may not know him very well, but I do know for a fact that he's hopelessly obsessed with you." Lucy couldn't help but smile. "Yeah ... I guess he is. And really I don't mind if he's not just attracted to my feet." Chloe had that sly smile again. "In that case, I should come over some time. Then he can show his appreciation for my feet in person." she laughed and squeezed the insole between her toes. "But for now I've got an insole in desperate need of more of my sweat. Let's pick up the pace, eh?" Lucy glanced at Chloe's shoe, smiled and nodded. "Oh, and do let me know what his reaction was like. I bet he thought I'd wear it with socks." she laughed and then took off running. Lucy wondered for a moment if this ended up being exactly what you wanted, or more than you bargained for. Inside Chloe's shoe you didn't have the answer either. Her running pace squished, crushed and squeezed so hard and so quickly, you couldn't breath as your lung was immediately flattened again, you couldn't cough as foot sweat kept filling your mouth, you couldn't even think as your head succumbed to the ceaseless battering of her toes. Now, Chloe didn't even give you the chance to resemble a human in any way, denying every basic need beneath her foot, crushing thought and sentience out of your head. You were just her insole.